Say I’m The Only Bee In Your Bonnet

First, I have to say that I love you. Seriously. I love you all hard. Thank you for signing up yesterday. I was beyond touched. I have a post about it, but seriously, you guys made me cry.

SHUT UP.

I still need more help and people to sign up here for the pre-pre-order of my book. Just names and email addresses, really, so that I can dazzle publishers and show that really, I do have people who’d buy my book. But thank you, Pranksters. Thank you. I owe you all a big bottle of vodka and some sloppy wet kisses. If we manage to pull this off, drinks are on me.

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I might be a little obsessive, Pranksters.

Okay, stop laughing. Seriously, stop laughing. It’s not funny. Okay, it’s really funny. Because anyone who knows me well knows that the minute that I get an idea in my head, I can’t get it out until it’s done. One look at my orchid collection (which will kick YOUR orchid’s ass) will tell you that.

I’d be an awesome Evil Drug Overlord* if I had any desire to be evil, because I’d stop at nothing until I was, well, full of The Evil and I owned most of the Midwest. But anyway. My desire for evil is about equal to my desire to listen to Michael Bolton albums, which is to say that I don’t really want either. MUCHLY.

My desire for deliciously filled sandwiches with the crusts cut off, though, knows no bounds. You might be thinking, “Now, Aunt Becky, you’re 29 years old. What would you want with a product designed for 6 year olds?”

And that is where I would point out that you’d never had a clearly crack-filled Uncrustables. Which are as close to heaven in a neat, frozen package as I can find, EVEN if they sound like a rare STD**.

Sunday-Sunday-Sunday, rather than watching a monster truck rally, I set out on a mission to find me some Uncrustables. Clear over on the other side of town, I figured I’d simply POP into another grocery store and nab some more.

NOT SO, Little Butterfly. It was not to be. They didn’t have my Peanut Butter Filled treats. I nearly cried. Only the PB and & J filled ones, which, I’m sorry, I don’t think so.

Grimly I drove to grocery store number two, joking with The Daver and the two small kids who weren’t thrilled to be along for the ride that “Heh-heh, Mommy is SO SILLY!” They didn’t look amused. I wasn’t amused when I realized that the second grocery store didn’t CARRY the damn things for the love of sweet baby Jesus. THEN, to soothe my son, I had to drop $12 on a balloon arrangement. Because he’s 2 and balloons and red Solo cups are his obsession and really, I can’t deny him that.

Surely the THIRD grocery store would have my delicious, delicious Uncrustables! Why, I nearly pictured the boxes of neat little sandwiches and I running down the beach together, hand in, well, sandwich, laughing and playing, before I ate them.

My dreams fizzled into an audible pop as I realized the store did, yet again, NOT carry the brand that I wanted no NEEDED. Sadly, dejectedly, I walked back to my mini-van and faced up to my fate: I’d have to go back to Target yet again.

Dave said the words no one should say to someone who is obsessive: “Maybe they discontinued the plain peanut butter ones.” He might as well have said, “Maybe you should stop breathing for awhile.” I cried a little.

Once the kiddies were firmly ensconced in their wee beds, I took the first opportunity I could to run out to Target. And, as the lot of you told me that Target is also YOUR boyfriend, I should warn you to get tested for VD. We don’t use protection.

I nearly ran to the frozen food aisle, pushing aside little old ladies and strollered children, and finally, finally, it was like the light of heavens opened up and shone upon me. There they were: my savory morsels of peanut buttery-goodness.

All.for.me.

Before anyone in the vacant aisle could rush up and elbow me out of the way, I quickly shoved them all in my cart and furiously ran to the front of the store to check out. I dared anyone to look sideways at the 8 boxes of Uncrustables in my cart because I would have run them down without hesitation.

If the checkout girl was surprised to see a grown woman with a cart full of children’s food, she said nothing. I half-expected a manager to come by and try and stop me from buying them out of plain Uncrustables, but no, nothing like that happened. I happily walked out of Target with my bag of loot, grinning vacantly like the simpleton that I am.

Unfortunately due to allergies, I won’t ever be able to have an Uncrustable. I know, I know this is very sad. Then again, I don’t even know if they sell them in Vancouver. Also, who thought of the name, just gross.

And, um, in an emergency couldn’t you MAKE a peanut butter sandwich and cut off the crust yourself? I know you are very talented, you surely could do this . . .

I, uh, have a slight obsession with Munchables. Which are like Uncrustables. I mean, they’re almost the same thing, aren’t they? They’re almost spelled the same, right?

Anyways, I once drove to every.single.freaking.store. in my town, including convenience stores and truck stops in my quest for them. I bought every single bag that our local B&S (no, I’m not kidding, that’s really the name) store had. I walked out with my head high..kinda…sorta. Ok, I slunk out of there like I had just bought a bag full of crack, but really, who’s counting?

Dude, you should parlay this into a Van Halen-esque demand: At every book signing, there MUST be a dressing room which MUST be healthily stocked with peanut butter-filled Uncrustables. And 3 well-oiled, buff Latin guys with giant palm fronds to fan you with.

I also love the Uncrustables…but I prefer the Strawberry Jelly variety. What I would really like to know, is who in the world thought it was a good idea to make CHEESE uncrustables….they really freak me out.

My husband gave me the “You’re completely crazy” look when I bought Uncrustables when the first came out. They were OK, but not something I would buy repeatedly. I don’t understand what’s wrong with jelly though…any source of pure sugar is a good thing in my book!

Well we haven’t done these in our house because one kid has a peanut allergy, dammit. BUT – it’s totally up my snack-crazed alley. I may have to buy some for work. They’re snack size, right? Or like a bit ol’ sammich?

My father, who is 72, will take you down in the frozen food aisle should you get between him & the uncrustables. He likes the grilled cheese and PB&J varieties though so I suppose you are safe non competition anyway. The boys are dithery about them. They are ok to eat when we visit my folks but unacceptable at home.

I can’t decide whether to buy these or stay far, far away from them. Considering my obsession with Diet Pepsi, Haribo Gummy Bears (and only Haribo, dammit!) and wheat bagels from the place two towns over, I’m thinking I should stay away.

You know I love peanut butter, A L O T. But I had never thought about buying these for myself. I used to buy them for my son when he was in grade school. Thanks for the great idea. I’ll tell my sportsman that I owe it all to you.

I too am a PB freak. That said, there are little sandwich cutters that will cut the crust off, create a cute little circle, and pinch the edges closed around the delicious filling all in one push. I have one and I think it’s Pampered Chef? Now I know that making your own is NEVER as good as a prepared one, but should you run out of the boxed kind, you can always put up your hubby or even your small children to make dozens and store them in the freezer. Shit, I’d pay my kids extra allowance to do that for me. Sigh.

Um…. I’m not quite sure what this entire post was about. The title got me singing and then I was lost from there. I’ll try again… because, um… now I’m noticing comments about uncrustables and peanut butter and stuff so I’m sure I missed something important.

Oh dear, DEAR Aunt Becky, all I can say is that when I am away from my computer – and therefore you – for more than a day or two, the sadness is palpable. Possibly it can be mitigated by Uncrustables. I’ll keep you posted.
Love,
Angie at Eat Here

I once drove to 5 different 7-11 stores just to find a Pina Colada Slurpee and then when I found out that it was seasonal I had a full fledged melt down in front of the clerk that couldn’t help but laugh his ass off at me…jerk! And peanut butter and honey just mentioned makes me want to get dressed to go try it! I am not a jelly fan…maybe apple butter! YUM!
Absolutely love you…Hilarious!

I had no idea they had plain PB ones though. I need to look harder. I’m a Purple Box gal, myself.

Just yesterday I pulled one out of the freezer and it sat there. Staring at me. Begging. “Just gnaw through the ice, I’m still tasty!” I don’t think I’ve ever had one at room temp. I can’t hold myself back once I yank it out of the Purple Box.

I’ve been searching for vanilla caramel Drumsticks. My son has been known to eat 4 of them a day and I can’t always find them. The only way for me to cure his obsession is to drive 2 hours to The Big City and load all of our coolers up with his favorite. Once I have an upright freezer full of them he will move on to the next Mission Impossible.

I’ve never had an Uncrustables, but I’m about to admit something to you that I’ve never admitted to anyone: I spend all year thinking about Bunny Basket Eggs, then I race out to Walgreens immediately and buy several bags. Then whenever I’m at the grocery store, I glance to see if they have them (apparently most people in the world do not have my refined taste and do not appreciate them like I do). For a month or so, I am in candy-coated, marshmallow-like goodness heaven, and then they’re gone again. But I look forward to next year.